Broken Glass (Tyler Lupin)

5~ The Relapse

(Tw- Descriptive Scene of someone struggling with Self-Harm)

Regulus looked worried. Tyler looked even more worried. Both of them felt very uncomfortable. "Get on with It then" Tyler mumbled, he was trying not to come across angry, but It wasn't working. Regulus was a black, and he didn't like the Black's, they were mean and patronizing. Sirius hated Tyler, probably because he had the hots for Remus, and Remus never said anything good about his brother.

"Snape told me everything..." Regulus said, closing the door behind him. Tyler's heart stopped beating, or at least that's what It felt like. "H..he what?" Tyler choked, looking at the younger boy, worried. He started to panic, sweat cascaded down his forehead. "Don't you dare tell anyone!" He screamed. He didn't mean to upset Regulus, but he was so Incredibly scared.

Regulus backed away. "I...I obliviated him!" He said. Tyler was now even more confused. "Obliviated? What does that mean?" He asked. He felt stupid for not knowing. "I took away his memory of what happened, your safe now. No one should use something like that to BlackMail someone...It's wrong"

Tyler breathed out, relieved. He couldn't believe Regulus had done something so nice. "Thankyou..." He muttered. "You...you didn't have to do that" Regulus shook his head, and pulled out his wand. "Here, you can wipe my memory now, If you want" He said, handing Tyler the wand. Tyler took a step back, refusing to take It.

"No, It's okay, Just...don't tell anyone" He replied. Regulus nodded, placing his wand back Into his pocket. "You should ask an adult for-" Tyler cut him off Imediately. "I already have, now get out!" He yelled. Mr Black ran out of the room, scurrying down the stairs. Tyler felt bad about not being able to control his temper. He Just didn't want to explain himself to anyone.

Later that day, Tyler walked Into the Medical Room. Madame Pomfrey wasn't there. It was nothing but a cold, empty room. He started to feel like he couldn't breathe. He needed someone to talk to, desperately. That's when he noticed the scalpel, lying on the desk next to one of the Hospital beds. He walked over and grabbed It.

It felt good In his hand, so he brought It back to his room with him. He locked the door and sat down In the corner of the room. He had never owned something so sharp before, and he was getting tired of having to dismantle pencil sharpeners every time he needed to feel something.

He rolled up his sleeve, but he couldn't find any room. The scars were healed, sure, but he wanted more. So he rolled up the bottom of his school trousers, and admired the clear, untouched skin. He wasn't even going to fight It. The scalpel felt alot sharper, but In some ways It hurt less. The first cut wasn't very deep, a part of him was worried about how powerful the knife would be.

But as he gained more confidence, the shiny peice of metal scraped into his skin, getting deeper and deeper every time. He winced, after each cut and watched as dots of blood arised to the surface. They Joined together and ran down his leg, dropping on to the floor. He couldn't cry, because he felt numb. The realization always seemed to hit harder after he was finished. Same with the guilt.

He wrapped a pillow case around his leg, as It was the only thing he could get access to at such short notice. Then he sat down next to the window, and glanced around at the veiw. He could feel his leg throbbing, almost like It had It's own heartbeat. And It stung, It stung like a million wasps had Just landed on top of It.

He thought about Regulus, and wether or not he should have obliviated him. Could he really be trusted? He thought about Jo, and her letter to him. He thought about Remus, and there childhood, and his transformations. He thought about Nyall, and how he wished he could have a real conversation with him. He thought about Pomfrey. He wanted her to adopt him.

Eventually he passed out from exhaustion. He didn't dream, the pain stopped him from dreaming, but he felt calm. It started raining outside, and that added to It.

When he woke up, he walked down to the Great Hall. He was starving. He still had a bloody pillow wrapped around his leg, but his trousers were enough to cover It. Most of the other kids had already gone to bed, the only people who remained In The Great Hall were Jo, Mary, Lily and Marlene, who seemed to be talking to Proffesor Mogonagal about Quidditch.

"I think making a separate Woman's team would be beneficial to our rights, Proffesor. All the boys do Is show off, we want to actually play the game" Marlene said. Tyler laughed, they were making a very good point. Then Jo started speaking. "And we need our own changing room, I can't keep using the bathroom"

Tyler sat down and tucked Into some of the food. He listened to them rant for almost ten minutes. Mcgonagall was clearly getting fed up. "Girls, I couldn't agree more, but I have to talk to Dumbledore about It. It's not my decision to make" She said. Mary started swearing, but was quickly given a detention.

As they walked out of The Great Hall, Jo waved at Tyler. He waved back. Mary and Marlene were giggling amongst themselves, and Tyler saw Jo shove them both as they left. He turned back to his food, tapping his foot against the floor. It was peaceful, eating after dark. He thought about doing It more often.

Suddenly a letter landed Infront of him. He opened It, and looked up at the Owl that delivered It. The letter was from Pomfrey.

Dear Tyler,
I hope your doing well. I'm very sorry about having to leave, It was such short notice. I've been speaking to my sister about you, she told me to write a letter, In case your struggling, wich I thought was a very good Idea.

Please don't skip class while I'm gone, you need your education. Remember to drink lots of water and eat food. And please don't go Into the Medical Room when I'm not there. Its not a great place to be around when your upset.

I've signed you up for an art competition, because I knew you'd be to embarrassed to do It yourself. Please compete, I would love to see your winning art work up on the wall when I get back.

Love, Pomfrey

Tyler read the letter over and over again. He was a little shocked to find out she had signed him up for an art competition. But he decided It would be fun, as he hadn't drawn anything for while. He really wanted to know when Pomfrey would be back, but he decided writing to her would make him look desperate.

He folded the letter neatly and placed It into his pocket. He got up and walked out Into the courtyard. He curled up by the fountain, and watched the sun go down. Nobody ever noticed Tyler's absence, not even the teachers. As much as he liked being Invisible, he also hated It.

The sun dissapeared, and the moon rose up. Tyler fell asleep again, by the fountain.